Page 47 of Forever Desired
“Oh God. Sorin!”
Her legs clamped down on his head as she reached her orgasm. Her scream pierced the air.
Sorin pushed her legs open wider.
He wasn’t quite done with her yet.
Athena tried to catch her breath, but it was coming too fast. If sex with Sorin was like this every time, she’d never tire of it.
In the shower, she had taken the time to think of everything.
Sorin had never exhibited any signs that he’d ever hurt her.
He had been just as captivated with her as she was with him.
Three hundred and sixty-seven years I’ve walked this earth waiting to find the one person my heart would beat for.
She was a hopeless romantic.
But who would have known she’d had a thing for older men?
During that twenty minutes in the steamy shower, she’d come to the realization that she’d never had anyone who’d supported her.
Her family hadn’t.
Nothing she’d ever done had been good enough for them.
She’d never felt as if she belonged.
The only person who believed in her dream of becoming a singer had been Pam.
Now she had Sorin.
Who accepted her just for her.
Her eyes fluttered open.
On his knees, Sorin leaned back and stared at her. Her gaze slid along his muscular body, taking in the hard ridges of his abdomen and ended at his massive erection.
The dark-purple tip of his cock made her core clench.
Sweet Heaven above.
“Come here, my siren,” Sorin’s accent grew thicker. He gripped her ankle and slid her to him.
Her body slid easily against the plush bedding. Her breaths were shallow as she waited in anticipation of what she knew was to come.
Sorin gazed into her eyes with his black pools. He pushed the head of his cock into her with one hard thrust.
She cried out from the invasion of his thick length. They were a perfect fit.
“Athena,” he groaned, pulling back.
“Sorin.”
A moan erupted from her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he thrust inside her again. An intense pleasure surged within her as Sorin buried himself inside her warm cocoon.
A growl vibrated from his chest. It touched her soul. His hands gripped her thigh while their bodies moved in synch with each other.
